Mei

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HEY-!

Xavier

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Blue Valentine x LaDS

Zayne ver

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Love Talk x LaDS

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In your fantasy - Rafayel Ver

Forgot to post this!

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AIZO x LaDS

Abysm Sovereign

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LaDS x Idols of Starlight

Caleb/Xia YiZhou

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In your fantasy

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Sylus - Bite Me

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[seiyachu]

headcanon: how i think the boys would react to you asking them to deal with a surprise spider in the house

cw: spiders (which, is, given… lol), established relationship, mostly fluff & banter, you/yours for reader (mc) and presumed fear of spiders

xavier: he rolls up a nearby pamphlet and just… smacks it without hesitation. he blinks when the spider scurries away, only slightly dented at his efforts.

“huh.” he unfurls the makeshift weapon. “that’s a problem.”

“xavier?” you raise your head from the cushion you had plucked to defend yourself with. your eyes are just as wide as his. “xavier, oh no, where did it go-”

“to the next plant… probably.” he scratches his nape and gives you a small smile. reaching for your shield, he replaces it with his hand. “it’ll be okay. out of sight, out of mind.”

“sure, but what did you even hit it with…” you mumble.

a glance to the coffee table shows a slightly wrinkled promotion for bunnies hot pot. something about couples, something about certain cuts of meat being showcased for new customers…

xavier gives your hand a squeeze. “since the spider might be here for a while, why don’t we go out and eat? to get your mind off of things.”

“you just want hot pot, don’t you?”

“…maybe.”

zayne: he calmly asks for a cup so he can do the cup/sheet method and displaces the spider to an opened windowsill. he looks fine overall, but secretly, he did jump a little at first—especially since the spider was bigger than he had imagined.

“my lifesaver,” you sigh, reaching for his forearm when he returns. with a slight squeeze, you add, “what would i do without you…”

“it’s alright,” he says with a slight nod. he pats the crown of your head and adds on, “thank you for letting me know. do you feel better now?”

“i do.” placing your cheek against his chest, your arms loosely wrap around his waist. a beat passes, and you look upwards, poking just past the center of his heart. “but i think i should be asking you that, mister.”

zayne’s ears are slightly pink as he meets your gaze. “it’s nothing.”

“really?”

your fingers make a little walk upwards. past the collar and up the side of his neck, you gently pinch his earlobe. “i’ll keep this in mind the next time a spider decides to trouble us, then.”

rafayel: initially, he shares in that panic you called him over with. pulled out of his sofa-lounging reverie, rafayel stands next to you and frowns.

he readies his hand. “i’ll set it on fire, yeah?”

“okay, wait, let’s not set off the fire alarm either,” you tell him just as quickly, grasping his fingers. “something else, anything-”

the spider lifts a leg, and time seems to stand still between the three of you. then, it begins to crawl in your direction.

“it’s moving closer?!”

you both end up throwing things at the spider in a collective effort before it eventually just scurries away. silence weighs in the air as you look around and realize the place is a bit messier now. papers, spare paintbrushes and even a house slipper; all start to return to how they once were as the two of you pick up the pieces.

rafayel clears his throat. “sooo how about we move in together and away from this place?”

you glance at him. “over a spider?”

“well, duh. i don’t see why not.” he crosses his arms and gives you a wink. “we make a great team anyways, cutie. more of us and less of them sounds pretty good to me.”

sylus: one flick of his evol-studded finger and the spider is gone in his web of red-black. the spot where it once was is now spotless. and yet sylus still sits there, comfy in his chair.

you look at him in slight disbelief. countless times, you’ve seen the flawless execution of his evol in combat—against wanderers and humans alike—but over a rather small mishap is still a surprise to behold.

“is that all, sweetie?”

“i think so.” your eyes scan the floor. “there better not be another one, or i swear…”

the corner of his mouth lifts. he redirects his evol your way, curling around your waist in familiarity and settling you to stand between his legs.

hands on his shoulders, you steady yourself and glance at him with a tilted head. “can i help you?”

“a reward would be nice,” he hums. “i dealt with a nuisance to our lovely hunter. wouldn’t you agree?”

“it might've been a little overkill,” you say with a small laugh, yet cup his cheek nonetheless. “but i can think it over, if you’d like. your standards are quite high these days.”

he leans into your touch. “indeed. that would’ve been a hefty commission fee otherwise.”

caleb: he casually scoops it into his hand and decides to walk closer to you with it. a menace never grows out of their habits.

“ooh, the spider’s gonna get youuu…” he sings, that familiar glimmer in his eyes. “look at his little legs. all eight of them, crawling your way-”

“caleb, you’re a jerk!” there's both a laugh and panic in your voice. you do your best to dodge him. “get away from me! one more step and i’ll make you regret it!”

he laughs as you squirm and decides to send it off outside after entertaining the situation just a little longer. he comes back, dusting off his palms like it’s in a day’s work.

“all gone.” he raises both hands, empty. “see?”

wordlessly, you huff and a curled fist meets his bicep instead.

“ow, ouch.” he feigns an injury, despite the grin. “i just saved your life and this is how you repay me?”

“this is my thanks,” you say with a grumble. “i’ll get you next time.”

he takes your wrist and twirls you around, now effortlessly in his embrace. “you promise?”

“you sound a little too happy about this,” you remark, swaying together in a soundless rhythm unique to the two of you. “i wonder why.”

“maybe i just want to find out what you have in store for me. is that so bad?”

[acatandapen]

LADS Boys with their touch-starved SO - A Headcanon

wrote this with a fem!reader in mind. If there are any other preferences, do let me know!

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Zayne -

Zayne just got back home from the hospital, sighing when he took his shoes off and neatly arranged them on the rack. He hung his overcoat on the hook and took a glance at his watch. ten past ten. It wasn't as late as he usually would get, but he hasn't been home for a few days now.

The low lighting in the living room was soothing to his strained eyes, and the sight of you lying on the couch, all wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and perking up to the sound of his footsteps, was even more appeasing. Zayne walked closer, placing his phone and keys aside, and sat next to you, pulling you close. "Hello to you, darling."

"Zayniee~" You whinned, plopping against his side, and his arms tightened around you. The smell of hospital disinfectant and the car's fragrance clung to his shirt. His cold fingers traced up and down your arm; his evol must be acting up a little. You took his hands and rubbed them in between yours. "You were gone for too long today..."

You said, complaining with a frown, and you could hear him chuckle. "I know, love. I missed you so much, too." He replied, pulling back a little and kissing your cheeks. His hazel green eyes softened when he glanced down at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips when you nuzzled on his chest and wrapped the blanket around him. He sighed once more and buried his face in your hair, letting you hold his hands. "Warm?"

"Hmm," You hummed, basking in his presence that you had missed in the past two days, listening to his steady heartbeat. The house was far too quiet and far too cold without him, so much so that you hated coming home to the empty house after work. "How was work?"

Zayne removed his glasses and closed his eyes, head lolling back against the couch. His voice was quiet and heavy as if he was dragging the words with whatever energy left in him."Tiring, as always. Back-to-back patients and two, hours long, surgeries. I couldn't even text you, I'm sorry."

You pouted and embraced him tighter, hitting his chest with your head, tangling your hair in one of his buttons in the process. He laughed lightly, helping you undo the mess and cupped your face in his hands, littering big kisses all over your face until you are squealing. "Zayneeee."

"Now, darling," Lifting you up, he said. "Join me for a bath, so we can cuddle. I'll hold you and never let go."

Sylus -

You huffed for the hundredth time, frowning at Sylus, who was sitting at his desk doing work on his laptop. He spared you an amused glance, lips arching when you glared at him, squinting your eyes and exhaling another breath harshly.

This isn't right.

You whined once more to grab his attention, throwing a little tantrum on the couch in his room. He has been at his 'work' for far too long, and you, his girlfriend, have been waiting for him to come and cuddle you like he promised. And now, you have grown tired and impatient. "Sylus!"

"Five more minutes, kitten." He said, typing on his laptop, his eyes fondly looking over at you for a second and straining back on the screen. He looked so handsome under the warm lights in his room, silver hair gleaming, his collarbone peeking from his open shirt collar. Too bad, he could be cuddling you right now while you appreciate his beauty, but he chose to give his attention to some email.

You sighed, and honestly, you could cry from how depraved you felt from his touch, his embrace, his love. It was heavy and overwhelming. On top of it, you felt even worse that you were throwing a tantrum. "Fine then... I'm just going to go back to my room and sleep. Alone. Sad. cold." You replied, dramatically dragging yuorself up from the couch.

And suddenly you were in the air, being dragged towards your boyfriend with his evol. You squealed, uselessly fighting against it, but you just ended up on his lap. "Kitten." He purred, arms wrapping around your waist and swatted them away wriggling away from him.

"No cuddles for you, Sylus." You said when he pulled you back up closer. "I wanted to cuddle, but you rejected me-"

"I wasn't rejecting you, my love." Sylus pecked your lips, once, twice and then pressed a longer one. His hand travelled up your back, over your spine and held the back of your head, and you couldn't help but melt against him. "I just wanted to finish all my work so that you have my undivided attention. Guess you just wanted to be close. Sorry, I kept you waiting, kitten."

"You are not sorry enough." You huffed, hitting his chest with some force behind it. He laughed, taking your hand and kissing each of your fingers, then your palm and your wrist, and pressed it against his face. "You denied me my girlfriend priviledges."

"Well, then, kitten. Tell me how to make it up to you." Sylus kissed your shoulder and glanced at you with his glowing red eyes, nudging his nose against you and acting all adorable now. You were going to use this situation to the maximum.

"Shut your laptop." You ordered, and Sylus complied, saving the emails and then closing the device. He looked at you, eyebrows raised like, what next?

Then you curled against him, rubbing your head against his shoulder and your arms wrapping fully around him. You could smell the warm spice of his expensive cologne, mixed with his own unique scent, and you sexhaled. "Now don't let go of me."

Sylus hummed, lifting you up, walking over to the couch and lying down with you. He pulled you into the curve of his body and wrapped an arm around you securely. You playfully bit his chin, making him wince, but there was a soft, teasing smirk on his face. "I left my kitten alone for far too long, I see. Now she is even biting me."

You rolled your eyes and snuggled close to him, and Sylus kissed your forehead. His hand carded through your strands, softly massaging your nape, so gently that your eyes closed. "I love you."

"I love you more, kitten."

Rafayel -

Usually, it was Rafayel who was the biggest dramatic ass in your relationship. He is the first to sass, he is the first to pout, he is the first to complain how you didn't give him enough attention or how you didn't get him fruits or his favourite snacks.

But today, you are feeling specifically so needy. You keep on latching onto your boyfriend and hovering around him while he is working around the house. And right now, he is putting his clothes in the washer, and you are standing next to him, your arms looped around his. You moved when he did, if he went to the right to grab the washing liquid, so did you, if he went to the left to grab the clothes so did you.

Honestly, it was making Rafayel smile fondly. He closed the lid of the machine and turned to you. "Clingy today, aren't you, little miss girlfriend?"

You hummed, inching closer to him and draping yourself over him. He casually lifted you up and let you wrap your legs around his waist, and one of his hands slipped under your hoodie, palm warmly rubbing your skin. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just... needed to cuddle." You said, placing your chin on his shoulder and nipping his neck. He sat down on the edge of the bed, rolling over together with you as he caged you under him. Leaning up, you grabbed his face and kissed the tip of his nose, and then he tilted your face up with a finger.

"We can cuddle all you want." He pressed a kiss, the finger under your chin, tracing the line of your jaw. You melted against his mouth, letting him take the lead and taste your lips. His hands rested on the curve of your waist, gently squeezing and caressing. Then he abruptly munched on your cheek, laughing when you cried out at that and swatted him. "My Little fishy."

Xavier -

You were feeling rather under the weather with a runny nose and an empty feeling. Your boyfriend was just upstairs in his apartment, possibly resting after a mission. So, you pulled on a big hoodie and dragged yourself to your boyfriend's apartment, punching in his code and opening the door.

"Xavier?" You called out, walking towards the living room and finding it empty. The daylight was blocked out by the drawn thick curtains, and the apartment was quiet. You approached his bedroom, knocking and opening the door to find Xavier in his bed.

"Baby?" He lifted his head a little, eyes opening sleepily and running a hand through his ruffled hair.

"Hi..." You said, climbing into the space he created by lifting up the covers, and you lay down. "Missed you."

Xavier slipped a hand under your head and let you rest your head on his shoulder while his other hand tucked a hair behind your ear. You could feel his body radiating warmth that seeped into you through the fabric of your hoodie and wrapped around you like a blanket. "You alright, love?"　

He whispered, taking a good look at your reddened nose and your swollen eyes. There was a frown on his face, and you got this feeling tugging at your heart, saying how grateful you were for your boyfriend. "Just a cold, I think. I took some medicine."

You heard him hum, and his hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you against the crook of his neck. His lips peppered light kisses on the shell of your ear and then swept a hand through your hair. "Let's take some rest and see, baby. If it's not good, we can go see the doctor."

"Noooo." You whined at the thought of having to get dressed and go to the hospital, and Xavier chuckled. He flicked your forehead very softly and said, "Well then, you need to get better soon. Come on, sleep a little."

Caleb -

The smell of pancakes drifted through the apartment when you sleepily walked towards the kitchen. There you saw, Caleb, shirtless under the apron, flipping golden brown pancakes on the pan. You went closer and wrapped your arms around his torso, feeling his warm skin and pressed your lips against his back.

Caleb looked over his shoulder. "Oh, you are just in time for breakfast, pipsqueak." He turned off the stove and brought the plates to the dining table with you still latched on to his back. His arms came around, finding your shoulder and bringing you in front of him, and he pecked you firmly. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Caleb." You said, leaning against his sturdy chest, poking his side lovingly and attacking him with tickles in a sudden energy burst. Caleb laughed, trying to grab your tickling hands or and attempting to tickle you in return, and he ended up hauling you over his shoulder.

"There, there, now, pipsqueak." He placed you in your chair and sat next to you, filling your plate with pancakes. "Let's eat them while they are warm. After that, you can continue your tickling war with me."

There was too much space between the two of you, and you intended to change it by crawling over to his lap. There are still some of the bite marks on his chest from last night, red and angry around the edges, some softened into a pinkish shade. You poked one of them.

"Ow, what was that, pipsqueak?!" He clutched his chest and then grabbed your wrists to hold them behind your back. Damp ends of his dark brown strands fell over his forehead, casting a soft shadow in the morning light. "You bit me last night like a vicious wild animal, and now you dare to tease me?"

You laughed, breaking free of his hold and poking another mark once more, and then bit down on his shoulder. "You are letting me do whatever I want, Caleb. It is not my fault, you made me like this. "

Caleb sighed, dipping his head a little to capture you in a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip like a little punishment for your antics. He pulled back and placed his forehead over yours, eyes closing in defeat. "Well...you are right. I let you get away with whatever you want, pipsqueak. I can't help it."

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@flufftober Day 2

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You offer to pet sit Mephisto while Sylus is away on business. WC: 620

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Sylus had business to attend to outside of the N109 zone, outside of Linkon, and it was going to be at least 2 weeks before you got to see Sylus again. Before he had left, you had spent the day at the base.

“I don’t like when you have to be away for so long,” you whined. You were seated together on his leather sofa, curled up in his lap.

Sylus let out a low chuckle. “You sound just like a kitten when you whine like that,” he said as he ruffled your hair. “I won’t be gone for long.”

“Are Luke and Kieran going with you?” Sylus nodded in response. “Mephisto?”

“That was my intention, he’s good for intel,” Sylus explained, but when he looked down at you, he saw a flicker of sorrow in your eyes. “Unless,” he started, “unless you wanted to take care of him while I’m away?” he asked gently, and your eyes sparkled in delight.

“I can pet sit him for you!” you exclaimed animatedly, jumping up from his lap. “I’ll take such good care of Mephisto while you are gone!”

Sylus laughed. “You know that he’s mechanical, right?” he asked, eying you curiously. “He doesn’t need to be taken care of like a pet.”

You crossed your arms and let out a huff of a sigh. “You’re just worried that Mephisto is going to like me more than you!”

“Not if you cover him in stickers again.”

And that is how Mephisto ended up in your home, sadly not covered in glitter and rhinestones. The first couple of days had been hard adapting to his schedule; you had been sleeping soundly the first time he woke you up for his walk.

“Why the fuck does Sylus walk you at midnight?” you muttered to the crow, bleary-eyed as you slowly changed out of your pajamas and took him outside.

By the end of the first week, you had fully adjusted to Mephisto’s schedule and each of his quirks. You knew how he liked to be pet, where his favorite places to perch were, and you were always sure to leave the curtain cracked just right so he could enjoy the sunbeam while you were at work, a luxury he did not have in the N109 zone.

On the ninth night, your phone buzzed and you scrambled to answer as you saw Sylus’s name flash across the screen. Sylus’s face appeared on the screen; he was tired, but his crimson eyes softened the moment he saw you. His expression shifted as he noticed Mephisto sitting on your shoulder.

“What the hell is on his head?” Sylus asked slowly, though you could see the corner of his mouth twitching.

“It’s a hat!” you said defensively, and Mephisto flew closer to the phone’s camera and let out a couple of caws. “See! He likes it!”

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. “Sweetie, I leave you alone for one week,” he started, and you grinned, settling into the couch and propping the phone up on the coffee table.

“So I’ve been thinking,” you started, a playful note in your voice. “Are you letting me pet sit Mephisto so I wouldn’t be lonely while you are gone, or is he pet-sitting me so you can keep an eye on me?”

His eyes flicked up, locking on yours through the screen. “Maybe both,” he admitted, his voice low. “Can’t have either of you running wild without me.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Mephisto gave a little caw, like he agreed, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine. But just so you know, he definitely likes me better than you now, good luck getting him back!”

[mrsqins]

sylus loved you with all his heart. he had made a vow, even back when you had first met, that he would do so for the rest of your lives together.

even with that said, you never failed to try his patience.

"sweetie," his tone was exasperated, but it never held anything but fondness as he watched you scrutinize the clothes on the racks, your basket noticeably empty, "we've been here for an hour. while i enjoy every second i spend by your side, i can't help but feel worried you haven't found anything you like yet."

"what if i regret it??" you huffed, gaze lingering on a sweater long enough for sylus to start feeling hopeful before you moved on. "i would hate to buy something and waste your money because i didn't end up liking it as much-"

"are you seriously worrying over my money right now?" you didn't have to look at him to know he was sporting that usual arrogant look, his eyes locked on you as you moved from hanger to hanger. "you could make me bankrupt, as long as you bought something for yourself, i'd be over the moon." he paused, before adding smugly, "not that you could bankrupt me."

"yeah yeah, you're filthy rich, i know." your gaze wandered, and you suddenly lit up in a way that made sylus hope you had found what you were looking for. you ran off, leaving sylus to trail after you.

his expectations were ultimately squashed when you held up a men's collared shirt, one in a perfect crimson that would suit a certain boss-man perfectly. your eyes shined as you held it up, showing it off proudly. "look! doesn't this fit you so well??"

speechless. you had rendered sylus speechless. he didn't know whether he wanted to agree to make you happy or shake your shoulders for trying to switch the subject of this shopping trip.

"it's.. nice," he started, giving you a tight-lipped smile, "but kitten, this trip was supposed to be for you-"

"oh, c'mon sy!" you gave him puppy eyes, and he knew he was done for, "i promise i'll buy something for me if you let me get this for you!"

he rose a brow. you smiled.

he tilted his head. your smile wavered.

he sighed. you broke.

"okay, maybe i won't, but it's not important-"

"sweetie, if you don't pick something to put in your basket in five minutes, i'm buying out this whole store."

a/n : for this request !!

[mrsqins]

you wished you could somehow find a way to smite the sky.

snowstorms usually weren't too bad. back in your apartment, the only thing you had to worry about was paying your electric bill to keep the heat running.

but now that you had your own house, you found there was a lot more to deal with.

like shoveling, for example. an activity that, while sounding simple, was turning out to be a pain in your ass.

bundled up in your warmest coat, scarf pulled up to cover your nose and mouth, tears stinging your eyes from the cold.. you desperately tried to brave the storm, rationalizing that if you shoveled now, it would be less to deal with later.

but the rationale was seeming less and less real as you pushed your shovel through the snow, huffing and puffing. who knew it could get so heavy??

as you contemplated your life decisions, you felt a buzz in your pocket. struggling to access your phone properly with gloves on, you tapped at the screen while squinting through the snow.

"hello?"

"it looks like a kitten's going to catch a cold." sylus' familiar voice bled through the speakers, and you hated the way it made you feel warm. "why are you outside, sweetie?"

"how do you know that?" you squinted, looking around. he was supposed to be at a deal right now, not bothering you.

"i have my ways." as your gaze landed on an all too familiar mechanical crow perched nearby, sylus pushed on. "i believe i said i'd be dealing with the shoveling when i get home."

"i can handle it!" you glared as mephisto came to perch on the shovel, waving him off. "besides, you're working! you should come home to a shoveled driveway, at least."

"as much as i appreciate the thought, you should be resting inside." you could hear shuffling on the other side, and a faint boom. was he really talking to you in the middle of his deal? "i wouldn't want you to get sick, kitten."

"if i get sick, won't you take care of me?" mephisto had moved to stand on your head, and you sighed as you leaned against your shovel. "besides, you should be more focused on.. whatever you're doing instead of me."

"don't you know you're always my first priority?" he chuckled, and you felt a sudden spike of danger. "i'll be home in ten. if you're not back inside by then, i suppose i'll have to find other ways to keep you warm, hm?"

you hated the way he flustered you, but you still tried to protest. "sylus, really, i can handle this-"

"time's ticking, sweetie." you could hear the rev of a motorcycle from his end. "don't make me act on my threat."

needless to say, you avoided his smug gaze when he came home, curled up on the couch in a blanket he had insisted you use.

[cherryscript]

SNORING DAD . . . SERIES M.LIST

Caleb’s big bad colonel reputation? Yeah, it dies every single night in the bedroom because he snores like a damn freight train. You, his three sons, the entire house—nobody can stop him. You’ve tried shoving his shoulder, putting a pillow over your ears, even nudging him awake so he’ll roll over. Nothing. Man snores like he’s calling in artillery support in his dreams.

But then one night, your little girl—barely old enough to crawl—wriggles into the bed between you both. At first, she curls up sweetly against Caleb’s chest, giggling in her sleep like the world’s safest little bug. It’s peaceful. It’s adorable.

And then it starts.

The snore.

She freezes. Her little face scrunches in horror. She kicks her tiny legs, sits up, and just stares at her father like, how DARE you?? You’re covering your mouth, trying not to laugh, because you know what’s coming.

SMACK.

Her tiny baby hand slaps Caleb right across the cheek.

The colonel jolts awake, blinking in confusion, “—wha—att—pipsqueak?? Under attack??”

But no, she’s already crawling away with a furious huff, like I don’t need this negativity in my life. She plops down at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, glaring at him with all the judgment a baby can muster.

You’re wheezing into the pillow, tears in your eyes from laughter. Caleb rubs his cheek, still stunned, “Did she just…? Did she hit me??”

“She did.” You can barely breathe through your giggles. “Your daughter’s the only one strong enough to silence you.”

From that day on, it’s routine—every time Caleb snores too loud near her, she just smacks him like she’s swatting a fly. No hesitation. The boys lose their minds laughing every time they witness it, chanting, “Get him, sis!!” while Caleb sits there holding his face, grumbling, “Traitors. All of you.”

But does he stop her? Nope. He just sighs, scoops her up after, and kisses the top of her head like she’s the boss. Because in his eyes… she kinda is.

© CHERRYSCRIPT 2026 — don't copy translate feed my work to ai.

[mrsqins]

tonight was supposed to be perfect.

tonight, you were supposed to go out, have dinner with the man you loved, and forget all about the terrible week you had.

"i'm really sorry, sweetie," to his credit, sylus sounded truly apologetic, "but this deal needs to be made by tonight. can we reschedule?"

you looked at your reflection in the mirror, your perfectly done hair, your shiny makeup, the red dress he had bought you specifically for date nights like these.

"of course," you willed your voice not to break, even as your throat closed up, even as your nose became runny. "i hope it goes well."

"i'll treat you another night, i swear." a man's tense voice on the other end was heard, and he let out a sigh. "i love you."

"love you too." no matter how much you wished it to be some sick joke, the line went dead. you found yourself staring at your phone, turning it on and off, as if that would bring him back.

as if he would magically appear at your side.

the tears started flowing before you could stop them, and an ugly sob escaped your chest. you could care less that your makeup was ruined by now, or your hair messy from the way you had ran your fingers through it.

kicking your heels off, you fell to the couch, clutching a pillow to your chest. you knew he couldn't control it. he was a busy man, this was something that you had known from the start.

but tonight was supposed to be your night, and you really needed him. it felt childish, and wrong, but he was supposed to wash all your worries away. he was supposed to make you laugh, sweep you off your feet..

you were crying harder at your own train of thought, and that was how you fell asleep, longing and aching for him to come home.

when the morning came, you expected to wake up in the same position. instead, there was a noticeable warmth at your side, a steady breath against your neck, and a comfortable weight across your waist.

shifting around, you found sylus, fast asleep at your side. a look at your surroundings revealed you were in your bed, and a glance down showed you were now in your pajamas, not the expensive dress from last night.

before you could stop yourself, you were crying again, and the realization you had no makeup on made you cry harder.

you tried not to wake him, but sylus stirred at your movements. upon seeing you in tears, he moved into action immediately, drawing you close and kissing all over your face. "shh, it's okay sweetie, i'm here." his voice was a balm to your frayed nerves, and you sobbed into his chest.

"you- you're home.." it was all you could really say in your anxiety, sniffling and sobbing as you looked up at him. "when did you..?"

"late last night." he gently wiped your tears, an apologetic look on his face. "i am so, so sorry, my love," he pressed a kiss to your lips, his grip on you tightening, "i tried to find every work around i could, but it seemed nobody can do anything without my help."

"it's okay," you sniffled, even though it felt like the opposite, "i know your work is important.."

"nothing is more important to me than you, sweetie." he sighed, tilting your head up towards him. "i promise, these next few days, i'm all yours. nobody's going to interrupt us."

"nobody..?"

"nobody." he smiled at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, "so be greedy with me, kitten. i'll take you on as many dates as you want, so don't hold back." he pressed himself against you, warm and comforting and home, "i love you so much."

a/n : for this request !!

[mrsqins]

you tried really hard to not let him get to you.

really, you did!

but sylus had an insufferable knack for pissing you off.

"sy?" despite the calmness across your features, your eye twitching showed you were anything but. "where is he?"

if you weren't so focused on keeping your breathing regulated, you would've seen the reassured grin slipping onto his face, far too cocky as he casually fiddled with his gun.

"where is who, kitten?" his voice was a lazy drawl as he dragged his gaze up to meet yours. "you'll have to be more specific."

"you know!" when waving your hands in the air only earned you a raised brow, you groaned. "my grumpy crow plushie! he was on the bed when i left for work, and now he's gone!"

"ah." he brought his gaze back down to the gun he was maintaining, and you could see the way his lip curled. "that thing? perhaps he ran off to find his own kitten."

"sy!" you marched over, grabbing the gun from his hands. he seemed all too pleased as you placed it on the table. "i know you have something to do with this! spit it out!"

"i'm telling the truth, sweetie." he held his hands up, placing one over his heart. "the crow wished to find a companion, so he left."

"sylus qin." you poked at his chest, scowling. "if you don't tell me, i swear-"

"you're more worried about a plushie than your own husband." he lamented, a dramatic sigh escaping his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you between his legs. "you haven't even asked how my day was."

".. how was your day, sylus?" your hands drifted to his hair reflexively.

"very productive." he nodded, resting his head against your stomach, nuzzling into you. "i made a few deals.. dealt with some troublemakers.. aided a crow to find a new home-"

and with those words, you tugged on his hair. he barely seemed fazed, only lifting his head at your pull to smile up at you.

"where. is. my. plushie?" you demanded an answer, scowling down at him.

"the closet." he decided to answer truthfully this time, if only to catch a glimpse of the sight of you running off to see if his claims were true.

"why did you put him in there?!" you hugged grumpy crow as soon as you found him, glaring daggers at his "kidnapper."

sylus merely shrugged, leaning his head against his palm. "he was stealing from me."

"stealing from- he's a plushie!" you moved to storm towards the bed, but a hand grabbing your wrist stopped you. you brought your gaze up, finding him watching you, a strange gleam to his eyes.

"he was stealing my wife's attention." he spoke as if it was a grievous sin, bringing you into his arms. a steady hand rested on your hip, the second sliding up to cup the back of your neck. "why would you cuddle with.. him if i'm only a call away?"

"when did i..?" you paused, before glaring at him. "are you seriously jealous that i was holding him before bed last night?"

"you should be holding me instead." he huffed, tugging you impossibly closer. "surely i'm better than cotton and cloth?"

"you're so dramatic." you grumbled, holding the plushie up. "he's just a plushie!"

"plushie or not, i'm not sharing our bed with him." he turned his head away, nose up in the air for dramatic effect. "who will you choose, sweetie, me or the plushie?"

he wasn't even fully surprised that he ended up sleeping on the couch that night.

[trueshellz]

Just imagining going grocery shopping with Sylus as a previously independent woman who didn't need anyone. Now you have this towering white haired oaf constantly doing things for you and you're not used to it.

Pushing the shopping cart - definitely not anymore.

Loading the car - yeah, you're joking, right?

And don't get me started on taking the bags from the car to your house.

Usually, you'd load up your arms and waddle walk, because God only knew you weren't about to do two trips, keys in one hand as you walked to your apartment.

"Kitten, what are you doing?"

"Taking the groceries inside."

"But... why?"

You stand, eyebrows creased in a frown of confusion.

You tend to forget how he must have people for this, rich idiot that he is.

"Listen, I know you're loaded and all but us normal folk usually take the groceries into the house and put them away."

You loaded up your left arm with two bags and shoved the box of toilet paper under your armpit. But, the N109 leader is still stood there confused.

"Sweetie-"

"Sylus. I'm fine. Lemme lock the car and then we can-"

A loud sigh and suddenly your arms feel lighter as the bags are taken away from you gently. Your body straightened as he turns you towards the door to your apartment complex and pats your butt and you hear the car beep behind you as it's locked.

"I was going to say: sweetie, why do you still insist on doing this all alone when you have me now?"